“Sex scene?” David asked, trailing his fingers back up my thighs until they landed right next door to my pussy. All I’d have to do is shift my hips a bit, and his hand would probably slip down to where an ache was building in my core, the same one that started to smoke during my earlier reading session.

“Valley?” he questioned again when I failed to answer him.

“Mmmhmmm,” I finally replied, the smooth consonants vibrating between my lips.

“Really sexy?” he verified. David was well aware of my reading habits and sometimes even enjoyed it when I read passages aloud to him in bed. Many a satisfying romp had begun with reading a scene from one of my favorite books and ended with acting it out between the sheets.

He contested my silence by leaning over to press his lips against my neck. Then he followed up that maneuver with kisses down my collarbone and chest, planting them one by one until his mouth landed on my full, heaving breasts. My squeal pierced the still, quiet air when his teeth sank into my nipple, sending a wave of desire gushing down to my pussy.

“Is she getting some cock?” he growled against my enflamed flesh as I waited for his teeth to grip my nipple between them again.

“Oh yes,” I gasped as the shock came and dissipated again, like a candle being snuffed out. But the thrill remained and reverberated through me, just like a bit of smoke trails away when a flame is extinguished. “She’s getting two cocks, actually.”

“Mmm…two cocks are better than one,” David pointed out, his hot breath teasing my nipple into an almost uncontrollable frenzy.

“I would think so.” Anything else I wanted to say was trapped in my throat when his teeth sank into the tender flesh of my nipple yet again. Now my sex was completely flooded with desire, longing for contact as I pulled his body on top of me.

David is tall with a lean, runner’s body and muscles in all the right places. I loved the way my ample size 16 curves sank into his firm, sculpted chest and strong limbs. I felt at home as he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close to him as he kissed my neck again and the swell of his cock pressed against my thigh.

“Please, baby,” was all I could manage to get out as I writhed beneath him, waiting to be filled.

“Those books really get you going, don’t they?” He stroked a finger down my cheek. He loves making me wait for it.

I moaned out a yes against the stubble that had grown since he shaved that morning. The way it scraped against my chin sent another shiver of desire coursing through me. Why did he have to be so damn sexy with his gorgeous, plump lips and piercing hazel eyes? I stroked my fingers through his thick, dark hair, which was just starting to show a few strands of silver as he approached his 37^th birthday. I planned on dying mine for eternity. I would never succumb to gray hair, but on David it looked so damn sexy highlighting his temples and widow’s peak.

He was a fucking gorgeous man, and I was one lucky woman. I wrapped my legs around him, urging him with my persistent moans. “Don’t you want me?”

“Do you wish you had another cock here? One to wrap your lips around while I plunge mine deep inside you?” he asked in a raspy voice.

The mental image his question inspired lit up like a marquis in my mind. I could envision another man beside me, on his knees, thrusting his rock-hard cock out for me to lick while David fucked me. The idea of two men taking pleasure from my body at the same time nearly took me over the edge, and David wasn’t even inside me yet.

“Oh, yes…baby…yes, I wanna try two cocks,” I answered, my hips bucking against him as I silently begged for him to take me.

“I think I’d like to watch that,” he answered, and I swear his cock throbbed even more insistently against me as the vision filled his mind. In one swift motion, he impaled me, his granite-hard tool finding passage inside me as he pushed to the very depths, causing me to cry out.

“Shhhh, the kids…” he whispered as he stilled inside me.

“Damn it, fuck me!” I sighed, the words coming out in a hoarse whisper.

“As you wish.” He obliged, moving again with shallow strokes.

“Fuck me harder, baby!” I bucked against him again, gripping his hips to push him deeper and faster.

“Maybe you do need two cocks to satisfy you, my little nympho.” He chuckled as he withdrew and pulled me to the side of the bed. He lifted my hips and dragged me to the very edge before plunging back inside of me. Using my hips for leverage, he pounded me senseless, delivering more and more power with every stroke as he chased his release.

I lost track of how many orgasms I had as I imagined having him and another man tag-team me. In my fantasy the other man was the contractor David usually worked with—a handsome silver fox and all around fine specimen. I envisioned him stroking his cock and waiting for his turn at me as David drilled into me, deeper, harder, faster…